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Out with the old, in with the new...

Posted on 09.01.2008 at 19:23
I think it is funny the people I used to reach out to thinking they were on the same page. Being back online with a whole new perspective is great. It's given me the opportunity of a clean slate, where I choose not to speak to some I once considered possibly blossoming a friendship with, as well as, to speak to some who maybe before I saw in a negative light. I appreciate my current stance on all the people I have met and am glad I no longer waste my time trying to reach out to those who never opened their minds or listened to bullshit people. I also appreciate all the true friendships I have gained over the last 2 years online. :)

I am content with who I speak to on a regular basis now. I am content letting the rest, along with our history, go.

Can I get an amen?


Posted on 05.24.2007 at 01:31
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In watching the Oprah show today, I heard the following statistic:

There are an estimated 10 million children (each year) that watch their mother get physically abused. 

What the f***? I am dumb founded. It makes me tear up.

My Favorite Song Right Now...

Posted on 05.21.2007 at 04:29
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I wish I could insert this song in for you to listen to... but you can download it on limewire or morpheus or whatevs. Check it out on my MYSPACE if you are a member and  tell me what you think. (The sound makes the song.. It is addicting.)

Hide and Seek (by Imogen Heap) 

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only
just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me 'round again
and rub my eyes
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity
of this
still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
(oh you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears
they were here first

mm what d'ya say?
mm that you only meant well, well, of course you did
mm what d'ya say?
mm this, it's all for the best, of course it is
mm what d'ya say?
mm that it's just what we need, you decided this
mm what did you say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you
you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit

Fer fugg sake... it sucked arse. I mean I love watching it, but why end on so many bad notes? I am such a dork because certain parts of it put me in tears. How do we get so caught up and emotional over film and television? We know it is not real... but sometimes it is so easy to relate that it feels real... hits home. 

Anyways, I won't say anything specific just in case anyone that reads this has it recorded and still needs to watch it. But I will say... Ugggggggggh!!!

I heart McDreamy. Hell, I heart all the cast. And what is this new spin off about? I will probably watch it but there is no way it will be as good as Greys has been. (So open-minded... I know! lol)

Ok... and I'm spent. ;)

Clay Balls

Posted on 05.17.2007 at 13:43
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(A little on the cheesy side but a good reminder)

Clay Balls

A man was exploring caves by the seashore.

In one of the caves he found a canvas bag

with a bunch of hardened clay balls.

It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them

out in the sun to bake.

They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man,

so he took the bag out of the cave with him.

As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls

one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.

He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls

and it cracked open on a rock.

Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!


the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls.

Each contained a similar treasure.

He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels

in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.

Then it struck him.

He had been on the beach a long time.

He had thrown maybe 50 or 60

of the clay balls

with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves.

Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure,

he could have taken home tens of thousands,

but he had just thrown it away!

It's like that with people.

We look at someone, maybe even ourselves,

and we see the external clay vessel.

It doesn't look like much from the outside.

It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.

We see that person as less important

than someone more beautiful


stylish or well known or wealthy

But we have not taken the time

to find the treasure hidden inside that person.

There is a treasure in each one of us.

If we take the time to get to know that person,

and if we ask God to show us that person

the way He sees them,

then the clay begins to peel away

and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.

May we not come to the end of our lives

and find out that we have thrown away

a fortune in friendships

because the gems were hidden in bits of clay.

May we see the people in our world as God sees them.

I am so blessed by the gems of friendship

I have with each of you.

Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.

Heard something I liked tonight...

Posted on 05.17.2007 at 02:02
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"Say what you mean 
 Mean what you say
 cuz the people that mind don't matter
 and the people that matter don't mind."

Oh So Cool!

Posted on 04.28.2007 at 23:01
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I was running in socks on a hardwood floor this evening and biffed it. I seriously laughed so hard at myself I couldn't breathe. I have been conscious of my weight gain lately... and TONIGHT... my extra cushion saved me from some serious pain. Yay booty! Ooooooa Ooooooa. However, my friend laughed so hard she almost pee'd her pants... any of you would've too. Wish I had a camera for me to have put that lovely moment on youtube!!!

Ahhhh... isn't life great? Be proud of your extra cushion... it comes in handy when you least expect it. :P

American Idol Tonight...

Posted on 04.25.2007 at 22:13
... was such a tear jerker. Oh my lord! I am still wiping up the tears from my eyes.


So what?

Posted on 03.02.2007 at 23:42
so what

who's gonna give a shit
who's gonna take the call
when you find out that the road ahead
is painted on a wall
and you're turned up to top volume
and you're just sitting there in pause
with your feral little secret
scratching at you with its claws
and you're trying hard to figure out
just exactly how you feel
before you end up parked and sobbing
forehead on the steering wheel

who are you now
and who were you then
that you thought somehow
you could just pretend
that you could figure it all out
the mathematics of regret
so it takes two beers to remember now
and five to forget
that i loved you so
yeah, i loved you, so what

how many times undone
can one person be
as they're careening through the facade
of their favorite fantasy
you just close your eyes slowly
like you're waiting for a kiss
and hope some lowly little power
will pull you out of this
but none comes at first
and little comes at all
and when inspiration finally hits you
it barely even breaks your fall

who were you then
and who are you
now that you can't pretend
that you can figure it all out
subtract out the impact
and the fall is all you get
so it takes two beers to remember now
and three more to forget
that i loved you so
yeah, i loved you, so what
i loved you
so what

Ani DiFranco

Kahlil Gibran... On Children

Posted on 10.30.2006 at 02:30

The Prophet by Kahlil Kibran


And a woman who held a babe against 
her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." 
And he said: 
Your children are not your children. 
They are the sons and daughters of Life's 
longing for itself. 
They come through you but not from
And though they are with you, yet they 
belong not to you. 

You may give them your love but not 
your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts. 
You may house their bodies but not 
their souls, 
For their souls dwell in the house of 
tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even 
in your dreams. 
You may strive to be like them, but seek 
not to make them like you. 
For life goes not backward nor tarries 
with yesterday. 

You are the bows from which your 
children as living arrows are sent forth. 
The archer sees the mark upon the path 
of the infinite, and He bends you with His 
might that His arrows may go swift and far. 
Let your bending in the archer's hand 
be for gladness; 
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, 
so He loves also the bow that is stable.


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